Boylan with impatience.

Goodnight, M’Coy said abruptly. When you two begin...

Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it.

But how does it work here, Tommy?

he asked.

Tooraloo, Lenehan said. See you later.

He followed M’Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.

He’s a hero, he said simply.

I know, M’Coy said. The drain, you mean.

Drain? Lenehan said. It was down a manhole.

They passed Dan Lowry’s musichall where Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, smiled on them from a poster a dauby smile.